, 1887-02-09

leaned over and kissed the wan check of
the invalid, saying in a low voice "How
do you feel, mother" The dying woman,
whose eyes were fastened intently on h
face of her SON, murmured, as with Il
feeble motion she stroked his curly hair:
Poor little Dan, you have been unsu =
~cessful.'
Yes, bad luck to-day, mother. an
swcred the lad, ~endeavoring to speak
cheerfully, but unable to suppress the
sob that struggled up from the tender
heart, touched to the quick at sight of
his mothers patient suffering; little
Dams lips quivered painfully for an in
slant, and then he gave expression to his
sorrow and suffering by a flood of tears.
''Oh, mother, - he cried. 1--WE are starry
ing.
The only response hat anne from the
lips of the agonized mother-herself
nearly beyond the reach of the tortures
of hunger-was, My poor child. my
poor child, and encircling his neck with
one arm, she drew him close to her and
sought to cover him with n corner of the
well worn blanket, which constituted
her sole protection from the blasts of cold
air that came through the almost glass
less window sash.
mo. mother. nor exclaimed the lit
tie fellow, resolutely starting up from his
kneeling posture and carefully replacing
the blanket over his mother, "you mustn't
do that. | am not very cold, and, be
sides, | can build a fire" saying which
he drew from his pocket n match and bit
OF crumpled paper, which he held trium-
phnntly before his mothers eyes. Then
he proceeded to demolish his Improbable
backing box by kicking in the sides and
pulling the pieces apart with his hands.
Soon he had quite u pile of splinters, and
building them carefully over his bit of
paper on the lead ashes In the fireplace
he set fire to them, and a cracking.
cheerful blaze was the result. "Look,
mother, isn't that %glorious." he cried,
turning eagerly to receive his mothers
appreciation, forgetful for the moment
of all his troubles in the glowing heat.
A sad, tender smile rested on the
mothers face. and she was about to re-
ply, when the door was pushed open and
a woman's voice exclaimed: s'Mercy on
us, what "A placel' Two richly dressed
ladies then crossed the threshold. 1t re-
quired but n glance to assure them that
they stood in the presence of sickness and
restitution. They were members of the
Percival Square Church Relief society.
and n sense of duty had impelled them TO
visit the old tenement building, Little
Dan advanced toward them, and with
instructive politeness motioned for them
to draw nearer to the fire. I'VE amt
got no chairs, " he said, but we are 50
glad that you nave come" Mrs. Zeal
ois and Miss Prim exchanged deprecatory
glances, and the elder lady. turning 10
Dams mother, inquired feelingly; Are
you in great need of anything
We have nothing, madam, but what
you see here, > was the answer. Neither
my son nor myself has tasted any food
since yesterday morning.
and my mother interposed Dan.
lis very. very sick
This is suffering indeed said Mrs.
Jealous to her companion. 1--WE must
do something to relieve these people
II do not want for myself, - said the
diving woman, II shall soon Ike beyond
the need of earthly care, but my poor
boy. please take care of him, ladies';
please keep him from want
We most assuredly will, my good
woman, and we will help you also, - re-
Nlolutl MISS rim, Will Souit NuIIlth-
Mrs. Jealous, we must bring this cas.
to the attention of the society without
DELAY"
Yes, it shall receive attention the
very first thing tomorrow, and | am ex-
ccedingly sorry that | have no change
with me. for suppose you are hungry.
my little man, - continued Mrs. IealouS.
placing her hand Oh Dams head.
"Nes'm, purity hungry, - answered the
boy. with a look full of disappointment
and grief.
We'll, keep up your courage. cheer
lily responded Miss Prim, after she had
searched her portmonaie in vain for some
money. I'VE will come tomorrow and
bring you something
Little Dan made no reply. Long suf-
ferine had made him patient and brave.
As the two missionaries of organized
charity descended the rickety stairs to the
street he silently crept to his mothers
cot, and, kneeling on the floor, YEARLY
laid his head beside hers on the ~pillowles-
straw tick.